My elbows are just fine, [ Alistair repeats, emphatically, like see there. Two against one.
Meanwhile he's looking between the two of them and their glinting eyes, and after a pause for consideration he lifts both hands and covers both of their faces—Zevran's directly, palm to face, and Beleth's more politely, with his hand held in the air between them like a shield. Better. ]
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Meanwhile he's looking between the two of them and their glinting eyes, and after a pause for consideration he lifts both hands and covers both of their faces—Zevran's directly, palm to face, and Beleth's more politely, with his hand held in the air between them like a shield. Better. ]
No one is oiling me. But I like that ramp idea.